The sky is grey, the world feels slow,
A heavy heart begins to grow.
No smile shines, no laughter stays,
Just quiet thoughts in endless days.

The stars above seem far, not near,
Their light can’t chase away the fear.
A tear may fall, a whispered plea,
Why must this sadness follow me?

But even clouds will drift away,
And storms don’t last beyond their day.
The heart will heal, the pain will go,
And light will find the seeds to grow.